[ John Wick is not up to date on his soap operas. Even retired, he spends most of the day committed to some task, whether it's gardening, housework, or screwing around beneath the hood of his car, much to Aurelio's chagrin.
He unwinds the kerchief from his wrist, tucking it back into his pocket, seemingly unphased by the dried blood staining the silk square. The gash on his wrist has already clotted, and will probably heal faster getting some air. ]
I'm more of a book-worm, myself. I used to have a lot of books. Old ones, especially. Half the fun was finding them. Wherever I went, I'd look. No matter which country I was in, there was always some little shop, somewhere hidden, dusty, forgotten, that would have something I'd never seen before. Always a little wear and tear, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with some elbow-grease and a book press.
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[ John Wick is not up to date on his soap operas. Even retired, he spends most of the day committed to some task, whether it's gardening, housework, or screwing around beneath the hood of his car, much to Aurelio's chagrin.
He unwinds the kerchief from his wrist, tucking it back into his pocket, seemingly unphased by the dried blood staining the silk square. The gash on his wrist has already clotted, and will probably heal faster getting some air. ]
I'm more of a book-worm, myself. I used to have a lot of books. Old ones, especially. Half the fun was finding them. Wherever I went, I'd look. No matter which country I was in, there was always some little shop, somewhere hidden, dusty, forgotten, that would have something I'd never seen before. Always a little wear and tear, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with some elbow-grease and a book press.